sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

fag

bright, violent green,

july is where we start;

bleached straight faded jeans,

pray that none of us drifts apart.

kissing when nobody knew,

moonlight blooms like morning dew;

hold your hand, seal all blues–

what if all i want is to be with you?

sweet dreams as i sleep on my bed,

cease all dark thoughts on my head;

nightmares with a beautiful face–

i see you in places you're ain't.

your touch sweeps all of my ghosts,

love blurs the most skeptic of thoughts;

you give me girls couldn't afford–

a love like roses – without thorns.

and if they will look at us,

with eyes and lips full of disgust–

nevermind with a touch of your hand,

they can't blame me for falling in love.

and if they speak about us,

with words and verses 'bout god–

nevermind them calling me 'fag,'

for i am in love,

a faggot in love.